Hwang Hyunjin. A sex addict. And if that wasn't already bad enough to his parents-he also craves men. They send him away to be fixed. But the place they choose isn't the sanctuary they promised. It's a facility buried behind steel and scripture, where silence is enforced and sin is dissected. No mirrors. No exits. No mercy. Every breath is watched. Every desire, a threat. Minho is their star patient. Disciplined. Controlled. Devoted to redemption. He walks the line between salvation and surveillance with eerie precision. But inside this sterile hell, nothing stays clean for long. And when Hyunjin's hunger starts to bleed through the cracks, even Minho's perfect composure begins to fracture. Because in a place where touch is forbidden, desire becomes a weapon. ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ "𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲. 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁." "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗴? 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁." ⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ♰ ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ ♰ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ♰ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ♰ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ ♰ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴀɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ♰ ʀᴇʟɪɢᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ, ɴᴏʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ. ! ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 20 ! 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡: 09/05/2025 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ: --

❝Let me taste you again,❞ he breathes-so low it barely exists, more air than sound. I bite down on my lip until I taste the faint tang of blood, my own whisper escaping before I can stop it. ❝Fucking hell...❞ It's meant for me, not him, but the way his breath stirs against my mouth makes it feel like a confession. His forehead presses into mine, heavy, grounding, his lashes lowering in what feels like a silent, desperate prayer. His hands are still wandering, warm against bare skin, skimming slow over the sharp lines of my ribs before settling on my waist like he owns it. ❝Just this once... please.❞ Did he just fucking beg? Oh, fuck me- ───✿───────────── 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑦. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘. ✿ ┄──────────────╮ 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: - ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ - ᴠᴏɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ - ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ - ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴀʏ #1 in bahng 🥇

In a world where money talks louder than anything else, two rivals are forced into a marriage they never wanted. They've been rivals for as long as they can remember, their families always trying to outdo each other. But when their parents see a chance to become the richest in the country by joining forces through marriage, they have no choice but to go along with it. They're determined to keep their dominance, even if it means being stuck with each other , as they clash and compete, they realize there might be more to their relationship than just animosity. Despite their pride getting in the way, they can't deny the growing attraction and respect between them. Will they let their rivalry tear them apart, or will they find a way to turn enemies to lovers? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- He drew closer, his breath warm against my skin. "We can't deny it anymore, Hwang," he whispered, his words hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. "We're stuck together now, whether we like it or not." I locked eyes with him, fingers tightening around his throat in a mixture of anger and desire. "What are you doing to me, Bahng?" I choked out, the words a tumultuous mix of hatred and longing. "I'm supposed to hate you. I hate you so much that sometimes I can't even think straight." He inched even nearer, pulling me into his embrace with a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't hate you, Hwang," he murmured, his voice low and husky with emotion. "Not anymore." And in that moment, I couldn't resist any longer. I kissed him fiercely, as if he held some hypnotic power over me. He didn't recoil; instead, his grip on me tightened, his hands exploring with a hunger that matched my own.

What's wrong with asking for a little help in the sexual area? And what's wrong with saying yes to help out a friend? It's just to teach him so he can do it with someone else, right? Right, it's just that. It's not like something could go wrong. Right? Fools. Such fools both of them are. ♡ This book is an upgraded version of "teach me | Minsung", story you can find in my profile if you haven't read it just yet! NOTE THO = it is not necessary for you to read the OG book, it doesn't really matter! More fun like that, actually! If you have read it, welcome back. Despite the storyline being pretty much the same, there will be a few changes, better personalities, development, and way more spiciness! ♡ ⚠️ Important ⚠️ This is totally imaginary, I do not own SKZ or any other idol mentioned and the personality might not match the actual idol since it's all for fun and fiction! ♡ Let's remember that, it's all FICTION and this book does not intent to declare anyone's sexualities, nor relationships. It's for entertainment and nothing else. Start: 05/12/2022 End: ©️Copyright 2022/thenoctem

#1 TOXIC SERIES It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly. Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South Korean economy. Their successes are crucial to the country. Being the only sons and heirs of multibillion-dollar companies, they are raised to hate the Lees or the Hwangs. Whenever they cross paths, they take every opportunity to humiliate or destroy the other. This ends most of the time in a fight because the only way they feel like winning.. is by using their own strength. Something money can't control. Lee and Hwang are obsessed to get under each other's skin, making them blind to see what is fueling the said obsession. Started: 01/21/23 Ended: - Edited by the lovely UV_reader19. Go check out her profile ♡

#2 TOXIC SERIES - READ VENOMOUS LOVE FIRST IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY SPOILERS. When you think of a prison, a penthouse overlooking Sydney isn't the first thing that comes to mind. I bet not even your last. But ever since my mom died when I was barely thirteen years old, my father put me behind metaphorical bars. He has always been protective of me but that was nothing compared to when she died in a car crash. Going outside turned into a dream. For eleven years I watched my walls change into a different color because I was done staring at green, blue, grey, and even pink. I could count the people I talked to on one hand, the ones I was close to. My father. My nanny. My martial arts teacher. And my driver. Besides them, I hadn't any social contacts. So when my father summoned me and told me he would send me to my cousin in Seoul, I was having a small panic attack. He never explained to me fully why I suddenly was allowed outside again, to a whole freaking other country, but I was too afraid to ask. Afraid that I would lose the opportunity to live again. I got sucked into a world that lived on hierarchy, money, power, and deceit. And nothing could prepare me, a clueless homeschooled boy, for the life that awaited me.

Hyunjin is used to being wanted, fans scream his name, lights follow his every move, and cameras never miss a second. But none of it matters. Not when the only person he wants refuses to see him. Minho is cold. Distant. Untouchable. And Hyunjin? He's unraveling. One night - post-concert, post-fight, post-heartbreak - Hyunjin escapes into the dark, the bass of a bar drowning out his spiraling thoughts. He drinks. He flirts. He lets go. And just when he thinks he's drunk enough to forget, someone with familiar eyes and a smirk that burns walks in. Someone who smells like peach and danger. Someone who touches him like he's been his from the start. In the dark, with no names, no masks, and no truth... Hyunjin lets himself believe. But desire has a cruel aftertaste. And in the morning, love might not be the only thing that hurts.